"Amy asked, "Is that true for all men in general, or just him?"Susan shrugged, unconcerned. "Who cares about other men? I just know what works for my ...weet boy." She beamed in Alan's direction.Amy asked, "But how can we play innocent when he knows we're all a bunch of horny nymphos who are dying to get our hands or mouth on his thingy at all hours of the day or night?" Good point," Susan said, treating this topic as seriously as an impending heart attack. "That is a problem. You have to be more. I would tell her how sexy I thought mom's tits were, how great mom's tits are, how soft and yummy they look, how I wish I could have tits like mom's. She used to call me a sicko but I didn't care."She pushed her sunglasses up onto her hair and reaching out, did the same do me. Looking at me, we both laffed. Maria gave me a quick peck on the lips, "I'm glad I'm your Baby Girl and..." cupping my breasts, "...that I take after you. That's what makes me happiest."This wasn't the first time she has. Steve flashed a smile at her, then me, replying, “We were pretty much done, just killing time waiting for you.” Bringing his hand above the table, he licked her essence off his ring finger, offering his middle finger to Sarah, who sucked it clean. Steve stood up, saying, “I’ll see you Saturday at seven.”, and left. I must admit, the finger licking made me just a bit jealous, but I got over it, watching Sarah, lick her lips. She had obviously enjoyed the attention. “Steve is taking me to. You’re going to take the longest, hottest shower of your life and then take a nap. I’ll get you some towels and a robe and there is a clean toothbrush and shampoo in the guest bathroom. By the time you get out of the shower, I’ll be gone making some sales calls. I’ll wake you when I get back and we’ll have dinner here. Then with a glass of wine or two along with the food, you’re going back to bed and sleep until morning. Then we’ll talk about your minor problems.’ ‘I can’t…’ ‘Holly, you will..